Seek the translation of Han Yu's Listening to the Clever Teacher Playing the Piano.

The sound of the piano curled up, soft and delicate, as if children were whispering. The sound of the piano became high-spirited, like a brave soldier flying into the enemy line. It has become a long cloud, catkins have no roots and roots, and the world is vast and high with the wind. Suddenly, all the birds were singing and twittering. Suddenly, I saw a phoenix singing loudly among the birds. This aloof phoenix, unwilling to associate with every bird, was bent on climbing hard, but it was so difficult to climb that it fell over a thousand feet. Alas, my ears are empty, but I am too amateur to appreciate music. After listening to your piano, it is soft and hard, making people sit next to you. Reach out and I suddenly stop you from playing. Tears have wet my clothes. Master Ying, you play the piano well, but don't fill my intestines with ice and fire.